DAR, 1982
Rayhan surged in president Fabian’s house. The gunfire proceeded outside. He went to the sitting room. There was just a cake, with candles surrounding a well-adorned table. On the wall, there was a picture showing Fabian and his wife with words, happy tenth anniversary to us on the top. He started searching the house. He entered one of the bedrooms. It was empty. There were pictures of a young lady, perhaps in her mid-twenties. Maybe his daughter. He walked to another room. It was empty. There was another room ahead of him. The door wasn’t fully closed. Rayhan cocked his gun and walked to the door. He slowly opened the door. In front of him stood president Fabian, his wife stood behind him. Both were shuddering.
“Who are you?” Fabian said.
“I just want to talk.” Rayhan said.
“Says a man with the gun.”
Rayhan lowered his gun. “Christos wants you dead.”
“What? Who are you?”
“A man hired to kill you.”
“Christos would never taunt to kill me.”
Rayhan chuckled. “Yet, here I am.”
“If you are here to kill me, why telling me this?”
“Because I trust you. You must not die.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You refused to sign the documents Christos wanted you to sign. He thinks you are a fence on his way. He wants you eliminated.”
“Those treaties were not good for our country.”
“They are good for Christos and he’ll do anything to get them executed.”
“How—”
“Sorry sir, I don’t have much time. If you want to live, you have to sham your death.”
“I can’t. I’m the president.”
“Christos is powerful than you. There is no way you can trounce him.”
“What—”
“You are the only one who can save this country but you need to be more powerful than Christos first.”
“Running away from your problems is a race you’ll never win.”
“I appreciate your audacity to motivate yourself but if I won’t kill you today, someone else will tomorrow.”
“Go—”
“I’m giving you a chance to live. You can’t save this country if you’re dead.”
“Fabian, listen to him…” His wife said.
Fabian sighed. He remained silent for seconds. “What should I do?”
“We have to sham your death and you must disappear.”
“How…?”
“We don’t time to talk much now, we’ll talk much later. From now on, you’re a dead man.” Rayhan cocked his gun and shot three times.